Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from United Kingdom and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Funkadelic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Lucky Dragons,
10cc,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Names,
Essential Logic,
Inner City,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cure,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Christie,
Anakelly,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Velvet Underground,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
D'Angelo,
Wings,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harmonia,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pole,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Skatalites,
Camberwell Now,
Jerry's Kids,
The Monks,
Nirvana,
Animal Collective,
Ronnie Foster,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Bananas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter and Kerry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Andrew Hill,
Roxette,
Altered Images,
Jawbox,
Newcleus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tim Buckley,
Dorothy Ashby,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Derrick May,
Shoche,
Outsiders,
Fatback Band,
Oblivians,
Subhumans,
Bobby Byrd,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yusef Lateef,
Dead Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Loose Ends,
Pylon,
Ituana,
Hoover,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.